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"...the words do not drunk you, but you yourself do.."
the wine that behold,
fell...
swimming in my head,
the image of you..
you came and go..
i saw you through..
who indeed went,
we shalt never knew...
i kept you in me,
letting all the images fade..
i kept the time,
letting it be a memory long bygone..
i let the tears flow,
and they turned into the rain..
flowing from the sky,
back to you, to you..
i kept the words,
letting them drift into poems..
the words drunk me..
i saw the sky discolored into grey..
you are gone..
who indeed bled..
my tears, written into words..
woven into a poem, untitled..
who had read,
who haven't..
no, it wasn't the words,
it was me, who drunk..
1 comment:
For me, it'll be more suitable if i say, "...the liquors do not drunk me but I myself does.." haha (=
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